
Overall I wasn’t quite sure what I was meant to be seeing. Was it a vehicle to entertain family and friends of the choir? A preview to gain support for a full staging? A vehicle to showcase some fine voices from a multiplicity of genres?

Cock, Coca-Cola and Cocaine. Quinoa, QANTAS and Krispy Kreme. Krauts, cops and killing.

Under the direction of Megan Spindle, the stories engage us with the feminine as we might never have seen it before and the vagina; beautiful, violent, sexy, awkward and gorgeous.

You can try as you might to not like it, but resistance is futile, because CATS is a wondrous thing. It is such an indefatigable torrent of superb choreographic dexterity, theatrical inventiveness and musical joie de vivre that I defy anyone to leave the theatre without a smile on their face.

Railway Wonderland took the audience from the 1940s to the present time and back as easily as a train between country towns. It took the audience on an emotional ride that had it laughing, clapping, and, sometimes, seriously silent.

There is a new Lord of the Dance and although his dancing might match the great Flatley it is hard to tell as you never got the chance to immerse yourself in his fabulous foot work.

Kit Brookman’s new play, A Rabbit for Kim Jong-Il, appears to be a charming, absurdist work about the covert appropriation of a colony of gigantic German rabbits by a North Korean emissary. But it is actually based on a bizarre, but true story.